Paroles de The rifle

Alela Diane

pochette album The rifle
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Date de parution : 01/01/2006

Durée : 0:02:42

Style : Singer/Songwriter



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Oh i've been knocking on that door in my sleep
Fight my fireplace glow
I've been knocking on that door in my sleep
Fight my fireplace glow to keep me away,
To keep me away from home

Papa get the rifle from its place above the french doors
They're coming from the woods
Oh they're coming from the woods

And mama you're running too
Oh my mama your running too
Mama you're running too
Oh my mama your running too

Brother i'm so sorry that you watched the patens burn
And i've been holding onto the gold
When lettin' go would free my hands
And i've been tying your tongue in a knot
Oh i've been tying your tongue in a knot
To wrap this death, to wrap this death in a sheet

And papa get the rifle from its place above the french doors

They're coming from the woods
Oh they're coming from the woods

And mama you're running too
Oh, my mama you're running too
Mama you're running too
Oh, my mama you're running too

Brother i'm so sorry that you watched the patens burn
I can't hide the dirty pads down there carpet anymore
No, no i can't hide the dirty pads down there carpet anymore
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many heavy boots
And there were too many big black boots
And there were too many little brown shoes marching though

So i'm countin' it to the sky
Oh i'm countin' it to the sky
I'm countin' it to the sky
Oh i'm countin' it to the sky
And moving back
Oh i'm moving back to
Face the lack of home

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